What every LuckyXCookie Fan Would Love To See

After about one and a half hours of…you know…we were finally whopped. We laid next to each other, side by side.
    “Lucky,” I said.
    “Yeah?” he asked.
    “That…was…awesome,” I told him.
    “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he said to me.
    Suddenly, something struck me that should’ve struck me earlier.
    “Lucky…” I started to say.
    “Yeah?” he asked.
    “Were we…you know…“protected” when...

I had no idea where my life was heading. All that I knew was that I was invited to one of Lucky’s parties, Lucky drove me home and to the party, and I wasn’t going to let him go. We were flooring it all through the trip to the greatest time of our lives. I could feel the wind blow through my hair, and my life take a turn towards the rebel’s look on the other side of things. Just a few minutes ago, I was all worried about my and other people’s safety, and then, I turn into this speed demon that only wanted to ride the streets in the triple digits and try to run over as many people as...

I just stared at the doctor with doubt. It couldn’t be true! It just couldn’t! Not yet!
    “Cookie?” Lucky asked. “Are you okay?”
    Tears brimmed around my eyes. One escaped. Then another. Then another. Next thing I know, I’m gripping Lucky with all of my might, leaving tears on his shirt, crying like I’ve never cried before. I just let everything go. The teasing at school, this, the future to come, all of it. I couldn’t contain the stress anymore. I just couldn’t. When I was finally slowing the flow of the tears, I hugged my father....